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Bucky's POV

No one said a word for what felt like hours. Their brains were still trying to process the words that just came out of Bucky's mouth

"Um, excuse me what?" Clint said in disbelief. "She not only knew you, but she loved you. Why are just telling us now? You could've helped us get clues to find her."

"Because I didn't know how to tell you," Bucky said. This is not what I need right now.

"That's not an excuse," Clint spat. Laura kicked him under the table to get him to shut up before he said something he would regret.

"It's been three months Bucky. Three months since we started looking for her," Sam chided. "I agree with Clint. That's not a good excuse to use."

"Clint, Sam eno-" Steve said calmly.

"What am I supposed to say!" Bucky snapped, interrupting his friend. I am so done with this. See this why I didn't want to tell you. "Oh me and your friend Natasha used to bang in the fifties while we were brainwashed super-soldier assassins. Well until they wiped us because they found out she was pregnant with my baby."

Clint's eyes almost fell out of his head they were stretched so wide. Laura's heart stop. She knew how much Natasha treasured her children because she couldn't have her own. How a part of her was a saddened by the fact that it was going to be a Nathaniel instead of a Natasha even though she loved her little nephew so much. Sam's brain was overflowing with thoughts on how it happened and what happened to the baby. Steve couldn't even think for a second. Couldn't speak either. He felt like Bucky just dropped a bomb of information on them all.

"You know what they did to her. They beat her. They got some of the other agents to beat her until our baby died. They bound and blindfolded her so she couldn't defend herself," The pain and anger in his voice scared his friends. The Barton children were even aware of the situation. The sound of Bucky's yelling snapping them out of their own conversation.

"They made me watch. And afterwards, they wiped us," Bucky's voice broke, as tears began to stream down his face.

Bucky got up from the table and began to walk away. He didn't get very far before he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. He turned around to see that it was Laura. She engulfed him in a giant hug. Bucky stood there not knowing to do for a second. Then it was like a switch flipped and he broke. He began to sob on Laura's shoulder. His legs gave out from under him bringing him to his knees. Yet Laura still held on to him. She didn't understand but at the same time, she did. Steve rubbed his back, trying to soothe him like a mother would do to her crying baby. Sam and Clint ushered the kids out of the room and put on a movie for them to watch while they stayed with Bucky. They stood to the sides of the three with tissues and water bottles for them to use once they were done.

Each sob racked through his body, causing both him and Laura to tremble. He didn't realize it at the time, but she had silent tears on her face from the worry for him and the situation with Natasha. The searching and the information from today was too much for the both of them. The fact that Natasha once had a chance to have a child after the confession that she couldn't all those years ago broke her heart. Especially with all the time that she had spent with hers as Auntie Nat.

Steve hated seeing his friend like this, so sad and broken. He gave Sam and Clint a hard stare which filled both with guilt. He knew that they didn't mean to push Bucky over the edge, but it was still partly their fault. The difference between him and them is that his brain was still processing everything. Theirs were done and had reached a conclusion, which ended in a blame game. Steve as happy that Laura was able to have a reasonable conclusion and comfort Bucky instead of immediately bashing him.

Clint was distraught over the fact that there might be information to help his missing friend that was right in front of him the whole time. Pressuring Bucky had been a mistake, and he knew that now. The guilt piled on top of him after seeing the consequences. He was blind to the situation, and it didn't help that Bucky's explanation fell on deaf ears. Clint only saw his anger instead of attempting to sympathize. Unlike himself, Laura was understanding. It was like her superpower. She did it often with the him, the kids, and Natasha. That's what made it so easy to tell her things.

Sam was seriously confused. His confusion led to frustration. Which led to anger. Which led to an outburst that helped a grown-man full on ugly-cry. As much as he and Bucky didn't get along, he didn't mean to push him so far. And he knew that he would rather him stay away from him. So even though this was in his expertise as a former counselor for the VA, Sam left Laura and Steve to take care of it. He would be here with the tissues afterwards.

Bucky's sobs slowly grew farther and farther apart before there were more tears than cries. His grip on Laura loosened allow her to sit back from the hold. She smiled at him through her tears.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Bucky blabbered. This is awkward. It's not helping Clint's standing next to me.

"No sorrys," Laura said. "It's fine. We all needed it."

"Okay," Bucky said timidly, as if he was a lost child.

Steve pulled him and Laura to their feet. He placed his hand on his shoulder to let him know that he was there for him. Sam handed him a tissue and nodded apologetically. Bucky wasn't haven't it though.

"I want to hear you say it."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'm sorry."

"Like you mean it."

"I'm sorry I made you cry," Sam said defeated.

"You too Clint."

"Sorry man. I shouldn't've pressed your buttons," Clint said.

He handed Bucky a bottle of water, which quickly disappeared down the man's throat. He gave him a thumbs up as a thank you. Clint gave Laura the other bottle who took a few swigs from it before dumping the rest on his head. The others began to laugh at Clint whose head was now dripping wet.

"That's what you get, Honey," Laura said in between the laughs.

"Haha really funny," Clint murmured. "Karma's a real bitch."

They all laughed, lightening the dark mood there was before. It was just what they all needed to get them going again.

"What now?" Sam asked. That was the big question. They have a load of information about Natasha, now what are they going to do with it.

"We can start back if Bucky's up to it right now," Steve said. "And only if you're up to it."

Well to be honest, I don't really feel like starting now, but someone's life could be resting in my hands. See of not for that, I would go back to my room and stay there for the rest of the day. But I can't, so I'm up for it I guess.

"Yeah, we can start."

Clint and Steve left to get their laptops, leaving Bucky, Laura, and Sam alone in the room.

"What do you have so far?" Bucky asked.

"Her last known location was Amsterdam. We think she's somewhere in the Eurasia area," Sam said. He and Laura already had brought their laptops to breakfast knowing that they'd be working afterwards. "And she's Russian and her name's Natasha Romanoff."

"So not much to go by."

"Yep."

"There's like no trace of her," Laura added. "It's like she dropped off the face of the Earth."

"That's Natasha for you," Clint chuckled. Steve walked in behind him. They plopped down in the chairs. "Always disappearing and reappearing. She's like a ghost pretty much."

"So nothing since Amsterdam."

"Nope. And we still think that it was someone else for that, 'cause that's not Tasha," said Clint. "She wouldn't do it unless she didn't have a choice."

Choice. Choice. Choice. CHOICE! She didn't have one because she wasn't there. Well her body was but she physically wasn't. The Red Room, before they wiped her, there was a book. A book with a red hourglass on it. It was like mine, but the colors were inverted. Words. It had trigger words. Words that could change a person's persona in an instant when they had the right locks in their brain. It would explain why she did it. It wasn't her. Well it was her, but not in the right mind. That was it.

"That's because she didn't have a choice," Bucky said.

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

"Me and Natasha, we were programmed the same way. Similar fighting styles and mannerisms. We also have our own books."

"Books?" Laura said puzzled. "What books."

"Books with programming. Books with trigger words."

Author's Note: Yeah so this chapter is short. And it's a bit of meh, like it's okay. I have like three to four more chapters from different views. Thanks for the reviews, I love reading them. Goodnight people, it's almost 2 in the morning and I'm tired.